Filed under: Deviant Dreams
our eyes met and he sat down across from me at the small table. we started to talk about nothing and laugh lightly. when the waitress brought the coffees and set them down his eye noticed the key card on the table. quickly he shifted his eyes as i continued talking without pausing. maybe it was at that point that the malice formed in my eyes or it had been there since he arrived. every so many words his eyes would shift to the key and back to me, down to his coffee and he would shift in his seat. his right hand started to roll his wedding band around his finger. he was making a decision or was he wondering if that had already been made for him?
i knew he was no longer listening to the words that flowed from my lips. yet, i continued talking about absolute none sense and he would nod his head every so many words. his body may have belonged to her but we both knew very well that his soul belonged to me. it was almost cute watching him fidget and ponder. i even saw him look up to eye the elevators that led up to the rooms. was he counting how many steps would it take? was it an equal amount to the exit of the cafe?
i watched him stop rolling his ring around his finger and he took a long sip of his coffee. i kept talking, observing his movements and eyes constantly shifting with nervousness. i sat there calm, calculated and knew very well what i was doing to him. moreover, what i was going to do to him.
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